Thirteen
[After coming out of the weeks of fending for one's life and holding down an aggressive nature that he only remembered in wars past, Achilles had felt a rush that was quite difficult to come down from. It was a high spilling blood, defending yourself in the heat of battle without knowing the outcome. It was something he only had dreams and nightmares about in days before. This was like a heroin kick that he honestly had wanted to stay in a little longer.
He'd found Erato through a rather trying obstacle, and held up his valor as the warrior he was. Now it was a matter of getting back to his usual life which didn't seem as vibrant as those weeks had been. A part of Achilles missed it. Defending and holding up his honor with a bloodthirsty glory that only men of war understood.]
A part of me never wanted to come down from the rush of battle. The smell of blood still sits, as well as wounds to remind me how mortal this body is now.
He'd found Erato through a rather trying obstacle, and held up his valor as the warrior he was. Now it was a matter of getting back to his usual life which didn't seem as vibrant as those weeks had been. A part of Achilles missed it. Defending and holding up his honor with a bloodthirsty glory that only men of war understood.]
A part of me never wanted to come down from the rush of battle. The smell of blood still sits, as well as wounds to remind me how mortal this body is now.